Finals were stressful but I kinda liked them. A week or so of purely focusing on what you went there to do. You knew what you had to do, and it was time to see if you could do it. And when you do, party time. After my last final of college, I woke up the next morning with a chick from class I hadn't talked to before that night in my bed and a plastic milk jug filled with gasoline marked "race gas" in my fridge.
Still don't know what the fuck happened.